This is the band’s sixth record, they’ve been at it a decade now, so the sound is incredibly well honed, from the bits of Deep Purple/Joe Cocker-organ through splashes of Ginger Baker’s ride cymbal and on to include elements of drone-rock and then the strange, but lovely bedsit jazz-guitar of closing track, Hurra For Mamma.

Just five tracks on this album – but two of them clock in around the quarter-of-an-hour mark and then there’s the throw-everything-at-it opener, where windmill drumming collides with organ and guitars to offer a sort of augmented power-trio gush of rock’n’roll as jazz music, or jazz as prog-rock. There’s such a shine to this – bursting with instrumental colours. It’s like the very best bits of The Mars Volta and associated/spin-off acts, but with none of the tossed-off, hackneyed, cloying bits.